You overcome her protests

"Mr. Sharp..." she says doubtfully, biting her lip as she looks at you. "We shouldn't. I mean back in the club it was one thing, but out here...in your car...alone, it's different."

"Lyndsey, you can either give me a proper lap dance, or I'll do one of two things. I'll report you for dancing underage, which will cause problems for the club and their less than sympathetic owners. They in turn will come looking for the silly little girl who caused the problem, and they won't be nice about it. Or, I'll take your keys away and leave you stranded here to get home on your own. Your call."

"You wouldn't...Mr. Sharp...you wouldn't be so mean!"

"You want to test me Lyndsey? Go right ahead. It makes very little difference to me."

She looks into your eyes, pouting prettily as she considers the options, before finally nodding her head. "Alright. But just my top. You can see my boobs but no touching." You smile at her, letting her imagine you're agreeing, and turn the music up.

Smiling she repeats her earlier performance, but this time pulls her top up over her sinuous body, teasing you with glimpses of her bra covered tits before pulling it off with a giggle and playfully pushing it into your face. You grin at her, tossing the shirt into the back seat as she pouts and toys with her bra, playing with the front clasp for a while before opening it. She holds the bra closed, hiding her ripe teen tits before briefly flashing one and then the other at you. As the song ends she finally pulls it off her shoulders and casts it aside before crossing her arms across her chest, hiding her breasts from you.

"You're a tease Lyndsey," you say with smile.

"I showed you my boobs Mr. Sharp," she giggles. "I kept my promise. And I've given you your reward."

"I saw more when you were dancing in the club and humping the pole," you laugh. "I should at least get that much."

"Not when I'm in your lap silly," she giggles again.

"You showed my friend more when you danced for him. And he didn't fix your car."

"Mr. Sharp, you agreed!"

"No Lyndsey, you said something and I didn't disagree. Not the same thing at all. You owe me another song, at least. And you should be naked at the end of it."

"Oh My God Mr. Sharp you're such a pervert!" she giggles, but there is a hint of worry in her eyes. "Such a naughty teacher. Ok but one song and that's all, ok?"

"Two songs Lyndsey. And you're naked by the end of the first one."

"Oh My God! Ok! Since you were my knight in shining armour. Just this time! And you won't tell right?" You smile again, letting her get whatever she wants from that.

She begins to writhe and squirm to the music, slowly working her shorts down over her rump. She has to turn on your lap to get them off, sitting on you and pressing her rump on your bulging cock as she strips. For all her protests she seems to be enjoying it, looking sultry and erotic as she displays her taut body to you.

Her tits are very fine, sweet round globes with stiff nipples pierced with steel bars. She presses them against you as she dances in your lap, looking at you with wanton excited eyes that have the practised look of a professional stripper. As promised, she's naked by end of the first song, rocking gently in your lap and smiling at you.

"Are you enjoying your reward Mr. Sharp?"

"Very much. Are you enjoying rewarding me?"

"Of course sir," she purrs as the second song starts. She rests her hands on your shoulders, rising to her knees as she writhes to the music, her teen tits wobbling deliciously in front of you. She smells delicious, a blend of perfume and perspiration and and undercurrent of arousal that has been growing since she first got in your lap. You have no doubt that her nectar is flowing, excited by her need to tease and exhibit herself and you smile into her face as you plan your next move.